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REVERIE INBOX "THIS IS ALEC. MAKE IT QUICK." ⚡ voice . text . action ↳ OVERFLOW | REGISTRY

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[vecna]

Then you should have been more specific.

[striketwice]

Fuck you, Henry.

[ That sure sounds awfully fond. ]

[vecna]

[His knowing, amused smile shows no sign of offense in return. This is just a normal part of their exchange at this point.]

How about we start simple? You just show me around your hometown to start.

[striketwice]

[ Alec has probably told Henry to fuck off in some form or other just about as many times as Henry's called Alec insufferable. It's a balance. ]

Yeah, I guess I can show you the sights.

[vecna]

[True romance.]

I doubt I’ll be disappointed. Anything’s more interesting than Hawkins.

[striketwice]

[ One eyebrow goes up. ]

And Hawkins would be... where, exactly?

[vecna]

[Henry realizes he’s never directly spoken about Hawkins, has he?]

A small town in Indiana, just barely a speck of dust on a map. I’d say it was last place I resided before I was taken away, but the lab was located there, too.

[striketwice]

Small town Indiana.

[ He turns that revelation over in his head. ]

I guess if I was gonna build an evil laboratory for evil science, bumfuck nowhere is a good place to do it.

[vecna]

[He nods in agreement.]

No one’s going to suspect the banal little town with hardly anything to do in it. Everyone was excited when a shopping mall opened there in ‘85.

[Don’t ask him how he knows this.]

[striketwice]

[ He presumes from the teenagers he was terrorizing, tbh. ]

Big city life's gonna be an adjustment, too.

[vecna]

[More like the people he turned into goo to make a flesh monster spider to terrorize the inside of that mall, but yes. Also the kids.]

In what way? You don’t think I can handle it?

[striketwice]

[ Alec does not yet know about the flesh monster spider. ]

That's not what I mean. It's just... a lot. The culture shock of this place isn't gonna be half as bad.

[ A considering pause. ] I guess I could always show you, if you wanted. You know, a version of Chicago not from the 1970's.

[vecna]

[He looks a little surprised at the idea.]

You mean by letting me wander through your head again?

[striketwice]

Sure. It literally could not be worse than that first time.

[vecna]

No. I guess it wouldn't be.

[Okay, this level of trust is the real romance. He leans forward a little, tilting his head in consideration.]

If you're willing, I'd like to see it. Though we might want to move to your room or mine.

[You know, so they aren't interrupted mid trance-like state.]

[striketwice]

What, you don't wanna just hang signs around our neck that say "in a trance, please leave a message"?

[ Cheeky.

A second later, he swings his legs off Henry's lap and the couch, hauling himself upright anyway. He offers Henry a hand. ]

You choose the venue. I don't care.

[vecna]

[Wry-] That’s just asking for trouble.

[But he reaches out and takes Alec by the hand, hefting himself up in the next moment. Henry doesn’t let go as he leads them both away.]

My room this time.

[To his room they go! And like always, he takes care of the door.

Once they’re in, he gestures outward with a free hand.]

The process is the same as always. Make yourself comfortable.

[striketwice]

[ It occurs to Alec that he doesn't care to let go as he's led to Henry's room, and neither does he let go as he moves to plop himself down on the bed, back against the headboard as before. He simply tugs Henry along with him.

(He does, however, kick off his shoes first. You're welcome Henry.) ]

"The same as always." I've only done this once.

[vecna]

[Tugged along, Henry happily joins Alec on his bed, settling close and folding his legs beneath him as he sits, opposite and facing the other man. (But not before nudging his shoes off, too; thanks for the courtesy, Alec.)

Notably, he still isn't releasing his hand, though he quirks his smile.]

Same as last time, then. [Same as always for Henry, but minus any murderous attempts.] When you're ready, close your eyes and focus on home. On your city.

And then relax and let me in.

[striketwice]

[ If he sat back and thought about it — really thought about it — Alec would realize that after that first time, there has never been a moment where he wasn't letting Henry in. Since the very first instant this man somehow slipped past his defenses, he's always been there. A constant, eking through the cracks, settling in as if he was here from the start.

Alec lifts his free hand, rests his fingers along the line of Henry's jaw, and leans in for one more brief kiss before he settles back. His eyes slip closed and his mind slips back — it's easier now, knowing they're not going back to the darkest day of his life. Easier knowing just what it is that's settled between himself and Henry.

Alec's mind bears them back to the morning before he appeared at the prison. His apartment. It's fairly nice, though certainly far from luxury. A middle of the road sort of dwelling in an older building on the fringes of downtown proper. They end up in the living room, with its three large windows that look out at other apartment buildings and businesses and the busy street below. It's a chilly autumn morning, and rush hour is in full swing. A few rays of orangey October sunlight pokes through clouds and bounces off the windows of the neighboring buildings to paint the room in warmth. There's large couch and a TV mounted on the wall. The space opens up to a kitchen — a nice kitchen, though certainly Alec wouldn't have it any other way.

They are, notably, still holding hands. ]

[vecna]

[He’s always had to crack open the door to a mind with some effort, and even after that, his ease of entry—like a shadow sliding through a small open space—has always been insidious at worst, and unsettling at best. But things with Alec are different. Trust (and care, still warmly strange to him) make such a difference. The door is wide open, and Henry only needs to step though.

(Not without a kiss first, though, if Alec has his way. And he does. It’s almost a distraction — but a most pleasant one, all the same.)

And just like that, he’s in. Warm fingers are still clasped around his own, and when Henry opens his eyes, that’s the first thing he sees — his gaze trails up Alec’s arm and onto the man’s face, before widening his interest to the rest of the apartment around him.

It’s the most modern living space he’s ever seen that wasn’t the white, sterile walls of a lab. The windows let in so much light, and the murmuring bustle of traffic and people eke in, acting as gentle white noise. There’s a— Television? On the wall? What a novel idea.]

So this is yours?

[This apartment. A safe assumption.]

[striketwice]

[ Perhaps he's being greedy, seeking out a kiss from Henry over every little thing. He's yet to hear the other man argue, though, so he's going to keep doing it.

ALec's apartment is such a stark contrast to the lab, made of warm brick and wood floors. The furniture is simple shades of browns and grays. Nothing too remarkable. Nothing Alec couldn't afford to lose if it came down to it, but it's his all the same. ]

That's right. I figured it'd be the easiest place to start.

[ It smells like coffee. There's a pot brewing in the kitchen. ]

[vecna]

[As if Henry would ever complain.

Creel house was all rosewood furniture, dark rugs, and a fireplace that tossed out hues of warm light. But to Henry, it never felt like a real home, his biases and discontent twisting everything up to feel artificial. This, however, is Alec’s home, and by default that makes it somehow warmer, more welcoming, even if the furniture is simple and the walls are plain.

And yes, he scents coffee brewing. Morning, then? Judging by the light though the windows, maybe.]

It’s nice.

[It really is, to him. The bar is both very low and the current environment very heightened by present company.]

Did you choose a specific day in particular?

[striketwice]

[ In fairness, it's not as if Alec's home isn't nice. There's a reason he's still in this city after all these years. He likes it here, and to someone like him, his own space is important. It's where he thrives. ]

Mid-October. In about... oh, four or five hours, I black out and wake up in a prison cell wearing pink stripes.

[vecna]

[Is it nicer than Hawkins National Lab or the Upside Down? Then yes. It is Officially Nice to Henry.

His brows raise.]

Really?

[For some reason, that lends this scene a bit of poignancy that wasn't present before.]

Your poor coffee's gone stale by now.

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